Day after day
Alone on a hill,
A man with a foolish grin
is keeping
perfectly still . .
.
Nobody wants to know him;
they can see that
he's just a fool.
And he never gives an answer . .
.
But THE FOOL ON THE HILLL
sees the sun
going down
and the eyes in his head
see the
world spinning round . . .
[
etc. ] |
Day
after day,
Alone on the
sill,
Just like a sphinx, she sits and
thinks--oh,
perfectly still . . .
.
Maybe
she'll sit forever;
or maybe she
already has.
We all slip from now
to never --
But THE CAT ON THE
SILL
turns her head and looks down,
and
the Nile starts to rise,
and the Pharoah's wheat fields
drown . . .
[ etc. . ..
]
Lyrics above copyright 2003
Brad Burg
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